I used to feel sorry for the elderly people that I'd see idly sitting on their front porch rocker. watching traffic. or flies. or anything else that moves, as they stare into oblivion. You know, obviously allowing life to pass them by...
These past few weeks have been crazy for me. eye-opening in some ways. thought-provoking in others. hurtful. maddening. challenging. ridiculous. You name it, I'm sure the emotion was present in my household.
And so last night, after the girls were in bed and Jet had gone to 7-11 to get his free Slurpee (hee hee), I did the unthinkable and *gasp* sat on my front porch...ALONE... and thought.
Admittedly, it was a little awkward at first as I did nothing but sit. and think. and stare at the road, wondering if I was becoming one of those geriatric porch fixtures. But honestly...the whole experience was just amazing.
I know. it's the small things in life that give me pleasure. Just tattoo "Low Maintenance" across my forehead. (Oh, hush up, Husband-o-mine)
Being "one with the porch", I just sat and listened to the sound of my own thinking. flushing out my thoughts. trying to grab ahold of God's thoughts on "it all" as well. Ah, the Glory of those 10 minutes!
Seriously, in a house full of little bitties, my thoughts get drowned out all too easily. as well, as His Voice, I'm sure.
And as I sat there, waiting for Jet to return (knowing full well that I'd take that free Slurpee off his hands for him. I'm sacrificial like that), I had to smile.
Because suddenly that old man sitting on his front porch rocker didn't seem so boring. no longer requiring my pity. and most assuredly not letting life pass him by.
He's just learned to actually slow down.
I'm thinking next time I drive by a man/woman who's obviously been sitting on his porch rocker for
